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Mud Bones
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Bright Red SunSounds creek hollering voice thought drained by Katrina bright Red SunSounds valley rooted from words tossed for no good reason cept Peace and we tossing words cut and angered Westerns cut down and off and out cause of deeds no doubt lost in heartache confusion Bright Bright Red Sun Sounds flowing (in)human(e) we swallow it down it is in the air we can't escape it it is in the air it is on the mind and we consume it kill-die-kill-die-die-die-die but no one wants to be alone no time for roots means......no strength for wings Bright Red SunSounds pray-teach-pull-grab-pray struggle to breathe through this mess pick up the dead and teach! too late our love and ignorance than bred hate wind blow ease minds water flow ease minds fire warm ease minds earth grow please don't die we gon learn honor roots and fly we gon learn honor roots and fly

Reviewed by richard poor

Reviewed on May 17, 2007

now i remember why i call you my soul sister! you are too f--- good!
wmh
richard

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 16, 2007

You reach the depth of the soul, Mitzi. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by E. Richardson

Reviewed on May 14, 2007

you have this gift of putting so much into your work...emotion, pain, frustration, anger, love hope...this work of yours is both provocative and evocative. In a word, it is outstanding.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on May 5, 2007

Stuff others YOU ARE YOU AND REMAIN YOU.... You're poetry as with N's makes me see another kind-unkind america- NO MLK where would anerica be, like S/A was, I feel from our news we are breaking away from the US, as we did with south africa, ever since we saw the true america in the New O' and how it is today when us and australia send in secret news crews... Injustice is our biggest hate....

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

We are whatever we accept we are. Intriguing and provocative flow, Mitzi. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by Rose Loya

You have a gift in your writing, of course, but also in that your soul shines right, straight through to the reader's ears. Like a strong whisper on paper.

Rose

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on May 4, 2007

Mitzi, a fine write, mother earth is calling! You have heard her pleas through time and space. Very moving!

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

love the line..."no time for roots means......no strength for wings"-you are awesome as always

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Excellent pen...Hugsssss

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Mitzy I hear the hurt in your voice in this very timely symbolic poem and all we can do is pray!Excellent write!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)

The Earth tries her best to recuperate...we won't let it. Great poem, loved it.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull